Reforms! Reforms! *places dazzling crown on head, tries very hard to grow a beard, is unsuccessful, but otherwise does a brilliant Alexander II impression* (he did have a beard, right...? Damn Social studies. It teaches you everything there is to know about everything you don't want to know about, and skips completly over all the things that might come in handy someday. Such as the beard thing. Though I suppose knowing that Alexander II was big on reforms was something we learned that came in handy... though on the other hand I'm sure that was the one time it proved useful and now will never show it's face again, so really on the scale of things it didn't matter at all. And really, I could just as easily have left out the annoying entry on this bio-thingie. But I did get to wear a sparkly crown... *sigh* Okay, revising my statement: damn social studies. What's that? Oh! Yes, of course. Shutting up now.)

Weeeeeelll... I do have more to say. But I'll make it quick, and then you can go read all the amazingly cool and mind-blowingly awesome poems.

My reforms: As grand tsar/tsarina (I'll let you guess... though I guess I've made it fairly obvious by now. Unless I'm really, really gay) I will

~ banish all of the "I am Pierced. Pierced am I." semi-enigmatic crap I had here before, and replace it with HUMOR. (yes, I am familliar with the concept)

~maybe start writing stories as well as poetry. I am familliar with that concept too, though I prefer writing movie scripts where I can set stuff to music and play with special effects and other fun stuff

~branch out. At the moment I'm stuck in really short free-form poetry that has no meaning (all of you who assumed it had some hidden meaning known only to me, well, sorry...) Look for longer stuff in other genres coming soon... hopefully...

And now... did Alexander II have some dignified, royal way of saying goodbye? Maybe he sorta pivoted his hand around like the queen does... if not oh well. The queen's cool too. *does the cool pivoty wave* Au revoir!

P.S.- EVERYBODY HAS TO READ "GLASS" BY ELISHA LONG. I AM IN LOVE WITH THAT POEM. SERIOUSLY.